Sepulcro Lyrics - The Call Of The Wood - Opera Ix

I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face 

and the branches of the trees are crying in the big 

empty if this night. 

Step by step along the shadow path 

the black cloak of darkness opens the door 

in the place of eternal silence. 

Wha strange emotions are striking my body 

an obscure quiet is leading my mind 

my hands are touching the wet trees 

and the undergrowth is making my way blind among 

the mossy stones in the realm of the dead. 

The old ivy-mantled gate is creaking 

while I am opening the door of the whisper crypt. 

What a morbid force my soul has 

a hidden god is leading my steps. 

I am going down is this wet stairs in the stiffing dark 

only the noise of a drop 

of water is stressing the passing time 

I'm alone in this sepulcro. 

I humble being pieteously observe the men's fragilty. 

Putrid bones put upon marble sacella 

are waiting for nothing 

while the cobwebs are covering the ancient effigies 

everything's resting in a monumental silence here 

everything is forgotten here. 

I alone in this sepulcro will bring these relics 

back to life with my profane action. 

This is a sacred profanation 

that will give life to death 

the eternal life of memory. 

Alone in this sepulcro.